Fourth poem before Xmas

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We met in the sea
She was everything
I’d ever wanted to see
But just as Love’s beginning
to prevail
So does its sabotage
She had a fish tail

“You are my mermaid”
“I am a muse”
“Mine?”
“As yours as you are mine”
“Am I hallucinating?”
“It is a temporary tear in time”
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere” and she was gone
“But am not done!”

“…we never are…”

#OnthefourthdayofChristmassaidtome #Circadreams

Fifth poem before Xmas

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Romantic love
is by far
the fast food
of the smorgasboard of love

A love
that often makes
us
petty

Unkind
Desirous
of
harshness and roughness

But
Lust
is Love’s
Lucifer

if you
play your
cards
right that is

When you
throw
yourself
to the predators

You eventually
become a predator too
So I’d like to dedicate this poem
To all my one night stands

None of whom
I can actually recall
All of whom
I’ve forever loathed

but fell in love
with in a whirling moment
A moment
when anything

and everything
seemed possible…
“Give me
your number-“

Essentially a drunk
moment
“-and I’ll never
call you”

You live
and burn
In stranger’s beds
with flames

addled
But even so
it was quite nice
to be cuddled

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Graffiti all over a poem

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Not the past
Not what was forgotten
Not what was overlooked
and neglected

Why is it
so important
It keeps
coming up

Holding us
back
In
ruts

Journey
around one’s bedroom
But the
gannets are calling…

And so things
switch
with such
subtlety

it makes
the skin tingle
And tables
turn

When one’s
despair
is often
greatest

These fates
we share
like we share
the fate of this

island called Earth
skimming circles through
outer space
There is the vertigo

but there is the harmony
and down there the sky
and up there the waves
and ahead of us a world…

Does the future exist?
The past?
What we can see
What we can’t

How we marvel equally
at both

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Sixth poem before Xmas

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Youth is wasted on the young
was spoken by an Ancient Greek

philosopher
and they Knew

Everything
They had

peace
They were

well
They Knew

And Love is a trap
set up in our youth

during which we make
a mess of love

over-eager
pushy

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That we ought to

be wary
lest they

shut down
our hearts

and love for the rest
of our lives

After studying
recipes

and collecting
ingredients

I finally had everything
To cook my date a meal

I rolled a mix of mince
rice and herbs into

sleek vine leaves
I eventually found

in Chicago
Wine breathing

in a decanter
Rocket leaves

(or arugula
as it is known in America)

in a purple colander
Then my date arrived

“You cooked all this???”
“It wasn’t catered” I replied

“This is our first date” my date said
“But we slept together”

“That was a one night stand”
“But we are having dinner”

“You are new to this aren’t you”
“I am never going to see you again am I”

“I’ll be disappearing
from your life forever

once I eat some
of your food

have sex with you
one last time

then eat
the rest of your food”

“Material suited
for a Jane Austen novel”
“If you say so”

“You always have to have the last word don’t you”
“Yes”

“It is all yours”
“Thanks”

“You are welcome”
“Thank you”

#OnthesixthdayofChristmasmytruelovesaidtome #Circa1998